Chapter 1
PROMPT: Raven and Clarke have a conversation about Lexa and Clarke.
“Did you talk to Lexa?” Raven asks, leaning on the cart while Clarke absentmindedly rubs her back and glances back and forth between their grocery list and the shelved items.
Clarke smirks, looking over at her. “Why don’t you talk to her about it yourself?”
Huffing, Raven swings her hip out enough to bump Clarke’s thigh. “Because you two are the serious talkers of the relationship,” she says. “I don’t do serious.”
“I don’t think a conversation about dildos has to be overly serious, Raven,” Clarke counters with a snort.
“A conversation with Lexa about dildos absolutely does have to be serious, and you know it.” Raven laughs and bumps Clarke again before leaning back down on their cart and swinging around to the next aisle. “All conversations with Lexa somehow end up being serious. She turned my innocent comment about House of Cards into an hour-long political debate.”
“That was a good debate,” Clarke says, “and she was so happy that you eventually agreed with her that she ate you out for thirty minutes and refused to let me do anything but watch.”
“That’s what you get for being on the wrong side of the debate, babe.” Raven laughs, and Clarke rolls her eyes before throwing a package of coffee filters at her head. It bounces off and into the cart.
“Anyway,” Raven says, “my point is that you do better with talking to her about relationship things and all that ‘taking-it-to-the-next-level’ crap. You just get her better than I do. Like, you know how to communicate with her in a way that I don’t. I mean, I love her, but I connect with her differently than you do. Am I making any sense?”
“Of course,” Clarke tells her with a nod, reaching to grab a box of cereal from the shelf before dropping it into the cart. “We all connect with each other differently. That’s part of what makes our relationship so great. I get that, and so does Lexa.”
“Do you think I’ll ever connect with her the way you do?” Raven asks, her voice slightly edged with disappointment.
Clarke stops walking and pulls Raven to a stop as well. Taking a step closer in the aisle, she lowers her voice to a quiet murmur and says, “Lexa loves you, and just because you two connect differently than she and I connect doesn’t mean your connection with her is any less meaningful than mine. You two understand each other in a way that I don’t and probably never will–you both have that mechanical, methodical way of doing things and understanding things. That has never been a strong suit of mine, but it works for you and it works for you two together. You love each other and you get each other in your own special way, and that’s what matters, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Raven says after a moment, a small smile pulling at her lips.
Clarke kisses it to make it grow and then deepens the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip until Raven pokes her side.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Clarke.”
“Who says I can’t finish it?” Clarke challenges, smirking.
“Me,” Raven tells her, “because we’re in the middle of a damned grocery store, and as appealing as your hand down my pants sounds to me right now, I’d rather not show off your skills to the grandma who happens to be standing fifteen feet behind us and give her a heart attack in the cereal aisle.”
Clarke lets out a loud bark of laughter and loops her arm through Raven’s, pulling her forward and around to the paper products. “Come on. We need tampons.”
“Who are you getting tampons for? We still have like another week and a half before we start.”
“Lexa,” Clarke says. “She got out of sync with us while she was on vacation with Anya, so now she’s a week early. She will probably line up again after a few months, though.”
“Ugh,” Raven groans. “I’m going to have sympathy cramps all week.”
“Well, I never get sympathy cramps, so I’ll sleep in the middle until her cycle finishes. Besides, the farther you two are from each other, the better, because you know she’s volatile when she’s on her period, and volatile people make you volatile, and that’s too much volatility for me to have to deal with in my own damned house all week, so yeah. That solves that.”
“You’re so sexy when you’re solving problems and telling me where to sleep.”
“I know.”
“So, maybe you should solve my problem then and talk to Lexa for me.”
“I did.”
“You did?”
“Yes,” Clarke says, sighing. “I still think you should try to talk to her about these things every once in a while, but yes, I asked her.”
“And?” Raven presses. “What did she say?”
“She said she would be more than happy to, and I quote …” She clears her throat before putting on her best impression of Lexa, “ …‘fuck Raven senseless with a strap-on. Does she have a size in mind? When shall we go shopping? Does Thursday work?’”
Raven snorts so hard she chokes, and Clarke grins until her cheeks hurt.
“I know,” Clarke says. “That’s probably my favorite thing she’s ever said other than that time she got drunk and had that really serious conversation with our goldfish.”
Laughing, Raven stands to wrap her arm around Clarke’s shoulders and presses a smacking kiss to her cheek. “I love us,” she mutters, and Clarke reaches up to squeeze her hand.
“I love us, too.”